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A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
in rolling reams across the screen
In algebra, in algebra

the sentences, that do not rhyme
and fences that you cannot climb
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down

There's no spark
No light in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down
You travelled far
What have you found?

That there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

by candles in the city, you never looked so pretty
By power cuts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part

You're playing your part
Playing a part
And there's no time
There's no time
To analyse
Analyse
Analyse